E: Hey, Poet! What’s up with those postings?
H: Nothing. Probably I’m going insane… hehehe ;p
E: Probably it’s just your subconscious that has finally found its courage to speak up.
H: Wow. Look who’s talking. And you call me a poet?!!
E: You tell me :p
Hey, remember, one day, a few years ago, we promised to each other? That though we can’t resist growing up, we will never become an adult?
E: Well, I broke mine. I think I have become an adult. That’s why it’s getting more and more difficult for me to understand the situation you put yourself into.
H: Because it’s easier?
E: What’s easier?
H: Being an adult.
E: Hmm, yeah, I guess. You simply give up hopes and being numb. You don’t give a damn.
H: That sounds OK to me.
E: Being you is more than OK. Just take your time, gurl. I envy you.
H: Yeah, right.
E: No, seriously. It’s nice to know that you have kept your promise…
Uhm, anyway, he’s OK.
E: That bad dream of yours? Just want to tell you that he’s OK ;p
H: Cool 🙂
E: Well, what about you? Are you OK?
H: Hmm, I’m sleepy now, that’s for sure 🙂 Hehehe.
E: Hahaha. Well, have a nice dream tonight. Sleep tight!
H: You, too. Nite nite…
E: Hey, Poet…!
E: Promise me you’ll be OK?
E: Promise me?